Directly linked to you
I enjoy the feeling
Of cold pillows
But it's ruined
As I feel my life line
Tug like a little string
On the inside of my
Ribcage as you
Move up and down
Jerking my string
With you while
Another string of
Another women
Is in your tightened
Fist

Bold,
Bouldering,
Rolling on.
Sing me a tune,
My favorite song.
Sing me my praises.
Sing me my sins.
Sin till the saints come marching in.
Saintly,
Sinners singing a song.
Saintly
Sinners
Boldly
Bouldering
Rolling on.
Starting fires wherever we roam
We are nomadic
No place we call home
We are nomadic
Wanderers
Wondering free
We are no man property.
We seek adventure,
We seek our souls.
Spreading the word
Our only goal.
We are
Saintly,
Sinners,
Bold,
Bouldering,
Rolling on.
Sing me a tune,
My favorite song.


   Made of stone.

You're a Reckless Soul.
Whose Beating Heart,
Bleeds Down the Telephone.
You Say
"I'm never coming home"
'cause,
You Got No Place To Go.
"The whole worlds crazy"
You'll Never Understand It.
And you can't Fight it Alone.
But, I'm with you Wherever you go.
Maybe not always in Flesh and Bone.
So, just Pick up the Telephone.
We'll show them what we're made of...

We are Made of Stone.









Bold
Bouldering
Rolling on
Sing me a tune!
My favorite song!
Sing me my praises.
Sing me my sins.
Sin till the saints come marching in.
Saintly,
Sinners singing a song.
Saintly
Sinners
Boldly
Bouldering
Rolling on.
Starting fires wherever we roam
We are nomadic
We are made of stone.